Lucky for you, my lovely readers, I am going to start my sequal now. In order to lessen confusion, It'll All Be Better in the End is set, at the beginning, the night before Thanksgiving. Tony and Ziva have been married for three months now and bought a house. They have also celebrated Naomi's birthday a two weeks prior to this. Now that you have that down, on with the story.
Ziva stood in the kitchen with Tony. It was the day before Thanksgiving and the couple was in charge of making dessert for the dinner the next day.
"Why couldn't we have been in charge of the turkey?" Tony asked.
"Because Abby made us pull a category out of a hat." Ziva paused, "What are you making Tony?" She asked as Tony opened a bag of marshmallows.
"Fruit salad." He said simply.
"Is that a dessert?"
"It is to me." He said covering the dish up and putting it in the fridge. Tony looked at the clock on the wall.
"It's getting late, I'm going to go put the girls to bed."
"Okay, I'll finish this pie." Ziva said as she watched her husband leave the room. After cutting the apples, she turned on the radio. She hummed along to a few of the songs as she put the other ingredients in. A few minutes later, she put her filling in a pie crust and put another one on top of the filling. As she opened to oven door to put the pie in, she dropped the pie. She looked at the contents that were spilled on the floor and groaned. Tony came in and saw her kneeling on the ground putting the innards that had fallen back into the pie crust; muttering in what he was pretty sure was Hebrew the whole time.
"You alright?" Tony asked her.
"No. The. Pie. fell and we don't have another pie crust for the top."
"Do you want me to get you one?" Tony asked his wife calmly.
"Yes." She said, her mood calming slightly. Tony put his coat on and got his car keys.
"It'll all be better in the end Ziva." He said before walking out the door. Half an hour later, Ziva saw Tony with the crust in his hand.
"Toda, Tony." She said to him.
"You're welcome Zi." He said kissing her cheek. Not long afterward, Ziva and Tony sat on the couch watching a movie.
"Tony what are we going to do about Kala's birthday?" Ziva asked.
"I thought we were going to celebrate it tomorrow with everyone there?"
"I know, but I wanted to do something special for her."
"Do you want to invite her friends over for a slumber party or something?" Tony said nonchalantly.
"No, a slumber party is out. At least until after our son is born."
"Speaking of our son, what are we going to name him?" Tony asked.
"Preferably something with some sort of meaning or after someone we know. I also want his name to be Hebrew."
"How about all three?" Ziva looked at him. He whispered something in her ear. She smiled.
"I like the first name, but I had a different name for his middle name."
"Really what?" She whispered the name in his ear.
So I hope you liked this chapter. It was partially based on true events. Review and tell me what you think their son's first name is.